Clytius

“The ghost I talked to explained how Hecate defeated Clytius in the first war. She used her torches to set his hair on fire. He burned to death. In other words, fire is his weakness.”

“He could not be allowed to reach the House of Hades. I’m afraid Lord Clytius likes fire even less than I do.”

The giant Clytius was shrouded in the black smoke, just as she’d seen in her vision at the crossroads, but now Hazel could dimly make out his form—dragon-like legs with ash-colored scales; a massive humanoid upper body encased in Stygian armor; long, braided hair that seemed to be made from smoke.

“You know, Clytius...for such a big dude, you’ve got a beautiful voice.”

Somehow, though, the giant Clytius unnerved Hazel more.